120/M/Nigeria Love art,that's fact
from poetry to pottery
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be it painting or printing
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Love oh love Love unpredictable love What is this game you play Why shock me this way How do i sing this song My God you're too young Yet your words so strong You said you felt it since long And kept quiet all along But you're way too young How do i play this game Which may my image defame How do you say no When deep within you know This is no fake show Love o love Love unpredictable love Help me out i pray Cos i want you to stay
When someone unbelievably younger says unbelievably crazy things to you about You........🆘🆘🆘🆘🆘🆘
i know you are there breathing as i am peripheral and obtuse wondering..at the words, emptying of their plainspeak - they have plausible denial if it gets too hot...too real, too fast we need cover, protection,demeanor in this dance of hellos still, the connection deepens intrinsically regardless ...the shelf life of this poem all but guarantees its quick forgetfulness the obvious moment has closed and the world opens,resumes continues as it must ..for now
Love oh love Love true love Of this game i am sick This game of hide and seek Hide from me no more, Take me by surprise Let me seek no more Lest unbelief arise Love oh love Love true love I dont care how Just find me now.
I feel it coming I hear them calling The silence is breaking Their whispers less confusing The darkness,its voice soothing The abyss, its voice compelling The void seductively inviting The dark calls my name The abyss my eulogy proclaim The void sweetens my nickname I long to answer and turn But there is that which i must do I must this cold brave, and this war win I must this light shine, and this heart share I must spread this LOVEz
Maybe after doing this, I will answer them But i got a LOVEz to spread
I’m addicted to the feel of cold metal sliding across bare flesh Addicted to the instant when nothing marks smooth skin immediately before red rivers rapidly rise painting a once white canvas with a flood of emotion, tears on my cheeks, sobs caught in my throat, numbness replaced by pain & sadness. Addicted to the imperfection of red welts and dotted scabs that follow, fingers drawn like magnets to the texture of healing skin, tracing over and over and over now fading ridges Amazed that I am strong enough to heal myself over and over and over. Convincing myself that I am strong enough. I find strength in my weakness.
6 months self harm free! Writing about it helps fight the urge
I, The one who smiles after crying. Stand up and walk after falling. Try after every failure. Trusts, to be deceived. Helps, to be forgotten. Love, to be taken for granted. I, a common person does fail, try, fail, try, and at last succeed.